Bigdaddyat - haunted by an error...

In our quest to reveal the truth why some Marx Brothers fail to fill the pages of this blog, we will take a closer look at Bigdaddyat. We haven’t seen him for a long, long time on these pages, although he used to show a more than attractive ability to write witty posts and expand the quality of the blog itself. What happened to the man who coined “world mediocrity will be our share” and who dazzled us with inspired blog posting…

… Well, the truth is less inspiring and even a bit painfu. Bigdaddyat has shown the world what he is capable of in a negative sense. No, he has not become a ruthless dictator who shamelessly and irrationally threatens people to keep them under his thumb, that is a role played by other people! He even has not sent that balloon filled with chicken pee to crew member to complain about the dire state of his gameplay (that were Imperium clan members). He was not even responsible for the dramatic drop in ranking points of Marx Brothers! It was worse then all that.

In real life, Bigdaddyat is a white collar construction worker, which means he sits in an office and bosses everybody around to do the work while he plays Powersoccer and eats donuts. He is quite talented at the job really (he used to excel in PS) and makes heeps of money he spends on buying caps of all baseball, football, hockey, basketball, soccer team in the US of A. One day, his phone rang. There was an urgent job that needed to be done before the end of the day. A very unsafe situation! A bank didn’t have paling in front of its offices and any criminal could easily bash in the glass doors with a SUV. The bank was in a hurry because next door, where another bank was located, they were robbed unsuccessfully due to the paling covering the entrance. The necessity was very high: what if those robbers decided to rob their bank instead? What if they had attacked their offices instead of those covered by palings? They were helpless! But the palings of the other bank seemed highly effective, so they had to have one as well – this evening. The money was good… so bigdaddyat called in his team and asked for two people to go and construct the pales… It was an easy job… yet nobody seemed to be interested. Only one man stepped forward: he was Dumbdy Dumb, called that way because his mother loved so much an old “boys band” who always sang “dumbdy dumbdy doo” whenever they were out of lyrics. Dumbdy could never have done this job alone and it was senseless to appoint somebody… so Bigdaddyat changed from a white collar into a blue collar, mounted the company SUV and drove off, together with Dumbdy. “Five hours maximum”, he thought, “nice bonus. I’ll be rich in the evening.” He parked his car in front of the entrance, so they could easily get the material out and start the work. Time was of the essence.

The work was done in five hours… like Bigdaddyat had planned. An iron stack was lowered 1 meter in the ground and the pales were cemented thoroughly. “There will never be a bunch of gangsters able to batch in these poles. In fact, I don’t think they will ever get these pales out ever again…” he said to Dumbdy and laughed…

Apparently Bigdaddyat is still there, on that construction site. He is a bit ashamed of what happened, as you can see on the picture. He can’t continue his business as usual. No more blog postings, his gameplay has deteriorated, … Something has cracked in him…
That is why this post comes with a mission. After you are done laughing (tomorrow or so), go up to Bigdaddyat and say to him: “It is alright. Every man makes a mistake from time to time. Please don’t give up the blogging. You are damned good at it. At least you are better at it than putting pales in the ground…”